Page 51 of Unbreakable
"Seriously Quinn! No, I did not just pee all over my husband -- you ass. My water broke!"
Suddenly Bella is scooped up into Logan's arms, and he's haulin' ass across the yard towards his truck. "I can walk you know." Bella smarts off, but Logan ignores her and deposits her in the cab of his truck. Meanwhile, the rest of us fly into action hot on their heels. Six hours later, the waiting room of the maternity ward at the hospital is standing room only. Alba has made an appearance every hour to give us updates. On her last update, Bella was fully dilated and ready to push. That was forty-five minutes ago. The double doors open at the end of the hall with a smiling Logan brings us all to our feet.
"Well?" I ask when he steps into the room.
"We have a boy!" he shouts, and the room erupts into chaos. I'm the first to pull him in for a hug. "Congratulations, son."
"Thanks, Jake."
Next, it's Demetri and Nikolai who congratulate him.
"What's his name? How much does he weight?" Lisa asks.
Looking at both his father and me, Logan announces his son's name. "He weighs 8lbs 5oz, and we named him Jake Demetri Kane."
I place my hand on his shoulder, "I'm honored, Logan. Thank you."
"I wouldn't have the life I have if it wasn't for you, Prez. It is me who is honored to name my son after you."
"You know what?" Quinn pipes up after Logan has left to go back to his woman and son. "I'm telling you all right now; I better be the next person to announce they're having a baby."
Emerson who is sitting across the room chokes on her coffee after Quinn's declaration. I notice Reid shifting from foot to foot while Mila shoots a few strange looks towards Lisa, Emerson, Leah, and Grace.Oh shit!
"Actually…" Reid cuts in.
"Oh, hell no, brother!" Quinn shoots daggers at Reid.
Pulling Mila into his side, Reid continues. "Mila and I are having a baby."
Quinn walks up to Reid and congratulates his brother, and for the second time in less than thirty minutes, the waiting room erupts into cheers.
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A few monthslater
"I am beyond ready for this baby to be born," Grace moans as she paces the floor in the living room of our home as she holds her lower back. She's scheduled to have a c-section tomorrow morning because our daughter has not turned to allow for a natural birth.
"Come here. Sit down and let me rub your feet," I pat the couch cushion beside me. Grace shuffles across the wood floor in one of my cotton shirts and a thick pair of wool sock covering her feet. "These aren't feet anymore. They are cankles with toes," she pouts. Slowly, with my help, she lowers her very pregnant body to the sofa and places her tired feet in my lap. "They stay swollen because you refuse to rest. You stay on your feet all day." I begin to rub her swollen feet.
"Oh god, yes," she moans.
"Come on; let's get you to bed," I tell her trying to suppress a chuckle.
After making it up the stairs, we briefly stop by Remi's room and Grace knocks on her door. The door swings open. "Mom, are you okay?" She asks with worry.
"Nothing is wrong, Peanut. I'm fine. I only stopped to get a hug. I'll be gone before you wake up in the morning. Glory will bring you to the hospital before they start surgery." Grace embraces her.
"I can't wait to meet my sister," Remi states.
Pulling away, Grace kisses her forehead, and I lean in doing the same. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
Once in bed with my wife, I rest my hand on her very swollen belly. After several months, tomorrow I get to meet our baby girl.
"You ready for all this? After tonight there will be sleepless nights, dirty diapers, spit up; all these will become our new normal." Grace sighs as she finally adjust in a position she finds comfort in and settles there for the night.
Our baby girl kicks against my hand. "I've always been ready."
Ellie Kate Delanewas born two weeks ago at 7:45 am on a beautiful Sunday morning weighing in at 7 lbs and 6 oz. Everything went smooth and according to plan. Our entire Family sat in the waiting room on the edge of their seats, and that day I was the one walking through those heavy double doors to announce the birth of my child to all the people in this world who matter the most to me.
